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“Yeah. Something powerful. Something with a meaning. I mean, our baby’s going to grow up in chaos.” “I know,” I muttered. “Born in fire.” He chuckled. “Exactly. So we give them armor. A name that screams strength.” “Like Athena?” He nodded. “Or Zion. Or Nova.” “Nova Morgan-Foster,” I whispered. “That’s got a ring to it.” We both laughed softly. Then he went quiet. “What?” I asked. He stepped closer. “I miss this.” “What? Me insulting baby names?” He didn’t laugh. “I miss you.”

This show is fucking hilarious. “Soooo,” JoJo says and I turn back to her. “So?” I ask. She rolls her eyes. “Have you thought of names yet?” Yeah, it’s my turn to pick names. We’ve decided that we all want a shit ton of kids. Like, enough to fill the alphabet. It’s why the boys have names that start with “B,” “C,” and “D.” My name counts as the “A.” Obviously with the names of the boys, Hermes got to pick the last names. He wanted them to be strong Greek names, so we ended up with names that are going to be difficult for our boys to learn how to spell. Especially poor Demetrios.

As the car speeds toward our destination, I realize that every step forward in this dangerous world is pulling me deeper into a life I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to escape. “We need to discuss a few things before we get there,” Demitri says, his voice cutting through the thick silence in the car. I turn to face him, and his intense eyes are already on me. “I would rather not use your real name,” he continues, his tone measured. “To ensure those I work with don’t know who you are. Using ‘Nova’ will also tip off those who are connected to the dark web. So, pick a name.” Pick a name? The realization hits me quickly, and I smile to myself. My character’s name—Alexa. That’s an easy choice.

Today I have a game to keep alive, and a child to keep breathing, and a name to strangle in its cradle before it can take root. "No," I said. "We are not calling him Dorian." Kaelen's head came up. "I beg your pardon?" "You heard me." I kept my voice smooth and reasonable.. the voice I have used to turn this man a hundred times. "Think, Kaelen. You mean this boy to be your heir. Your weapon. The blade that takes you a throne. A blade like that needs its own name, its own legend, not a dead man's leftovers. Name him Dorian and every soul who hears it thinks of a corpse in the ground at IronClaw. Give him something new. Something that is only his. Something men will one day fear on its own."

I nods slowly at him across the table, finally letting myself actually believe him completely, perhaps for the very first time in my entire complicated relationship together. Darius immediately vetoes any potential baby name that sounds even slightly “too Alpha for his own personal taste in the matter. “ I immediately vetoes right back at him anything at all that sounds even remotely “too Blackwood” in return to him, laughing. “So basically the two of us are going to end up naming a complete and total stranger,” I teases him warmly, laughing genuinely for once in a long while. “A very deeply loved stranger, though,”

Darius looked both pleased and slightly panicked by my brothers' intensity. "We're not having them tomorrow," he said for the third time. "We're just planning for the future." "But when you do," Kaelen said. "I call naming rights on at least one." "Absolutely not," I said. "You'd name my child something ridiculous like Shadow or Blade." "Shadow Wynter sounds distinguished," Kaelen protested. "No," I said firmly. "We'll pick normal names. Family names maybe." "Elara for a girl," Darius suggested. "After your mother."

Serenity said, looking at the two men. "I was thinking 'Neo'," Alex suggested. "Like 'The Matrix'." "No," Jackson vetoed immediately. "He is not a computer program. He needs a name with weight." "Julian," Cassandra said softly. "Julian Neo Sterling." "Julian," Jackson tested the name. "Strong. Classic." He looked at the baby. "And 'Neo' can be his hacker alias." Little Julian yawned, seemingly bored by the discussion. "Well, Julian," Jackson walked to the window, showing the baby the sprawling skyline of New York City below.

he asks, and I shake my head, sipping my juice. "Alexander?" I offer. "Not bad, but too common a name for an Alpha," he replies. "Xavier?" I roll my eyes. "Even more typical. And please, not Killian or Lucian. What about something rarer, something with meaning?" "Like Desdemon?" Harvey laughs. "Rainier. Bleddyn. Rafe," I propose, and Harvey nods thoughtfully. "Or Conri," he says. "The wolf king." And the moment the name leaves his lips, the pup gives me a very strong kick.

“Why not?” “Because every name you suggest sounds like a man who owns a private island.” He laughed. “I have not suggested any names.” “You said Alessandro yesterday.” “It's a good name.” “It sounds like someone who will arrive at school in a helicopter.” “What about a girl?” I thought for a moment. “Maybe Sofia.” He nodded. “That's beautiful.” “You like it?” “I do.” “And if it's a boy?” He considered it. “Daniel.” I smiled. “That's actually normal.”